Witches whispering sorcery. Summoning their Master till 
dawn. Gathered in a black mass before the altar. Where I 
kissed the horned LordÂ… Sacred flames light the sabbat. 
All united in the nocturnal ceremony. Apprentices vowed 
for an eternal oath. As the ritual ends in lustful 
orgiesÂ… I look into the eyes of the Baphomet. As darkness 
embraces the full moon. The frost winds devour me. The 
jackal's soul. Flying aside the Beast. On her wings 
through the northern sky. To the valley of Jurafas I 
beholdÂ… A force created by unholy vows. I acquired all 
wisdom in cave Sibyla. And slept with thousand whores. 
Whores that turned to silver serpentsÂ… My winter shadows 
that glorified me once. With powers and sorcery. Now I 
only hear howling echoing. A dethroned king awaiting the 
next millennium.